It’s that place where the blue church stands
Two blocks down the street
That reminds me of the old days
Where we would meet
I never cared for right and wrong
Those rules never worked for me But the trouble shared is a trouble halved
For those in need
Tell me Your heart
I’ll hear
What it could be Tell me Your heart
Just speak honestly
Whether you’re weathered or broken
You can hear it when you walk by For you, the door will stay always open
If you need a place to cry
I miss the days I woke up grateful
Instead of thinking what’s to come
Not striving for a reward
Enjoying the sun
I hope you keep your little church in mind